Big Baby Gandhi - Mama, I'm A Man lyrics

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Big Baby Gandhi - Mama, I'm A Man lyrics

[Intro: Antwon] I'ma smoke this f**ing meth and then I'ma go and chill at the party and then I'ma go back to the party and I'ma be like "yo get the f** out my chair b**h I was just sitting here!" Sup. Antwon. Hot Sugar. Wa**up [Verse 1: Antwon] I'm a dunn dunn He got a stun gun He pull it on a p**y n***a To show where we come from I ain't really tripping I'm nine pints deep I don't let him sleep over Cause he might k** me in my sleep I'll pull up in that Honda You mob around in Miatas I work all day like your father At night, we eatin' tostadas I'm doing good, my pasta got 4 cheeses You cheesy if you think you working harder than me, b**h Hot sugar, black coffee I'm in the Denali with three hoes, looking ungodly f** 'em all doggy They style's all soggy Already forgot 'em cause my mind's kinda foggy I'm that shiesty dude, that you already know Laying with your ho She like ice cream and cracked wheat bagels Pretty young dyke on my cellphone Walking limp, triple 6 With a dime trick, got 'em s**ing dick No coogi for the suitor You try to play her out? She ratchet So the ho might shoot ya [Verse 2: Lakutis] My soul glow flow glisten YOLO ho listen slow-mo Odo Deep-space shape-shift heat wave Asics commercials Me so commercial, tight keep circle, tight pants Urkel Unh, flask of Henny in the suit Becky in the coupe Now she wanna spoon like Jewish Eddie for the soup I'm watchin belly on the mute Slow pan out king-size bed fly b**h malamute Busted - it say Danner on the boot Hot Sugar be the white David Banner on the loop Big Baby like the brown Betty Boop with the alley-oop Bam - we aimin' on these b**hes Old dip no sh** slow flow, so remarkable when I spit it Ah, f** yall if yall ain't wit it We aimin' on these b**hes [Verse 3: Big Baby Gandhi] My flow bu*ter hear the words that I utter Burn rappers like herbs that I puff up Burn like Quarans in the south Your mom's in my mouth Left ya sister with the lip blister [?] strippers flippin through the pictures Tripping on the textures Hologram, holla for a gram, holla at ya man All I had was a dollar and a plan Now I'ma tell my mama I'm a man

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